He stood, oak walking stick
and trusted Shepherd by his side.
It was a view not for mere mortals,
life was not stingy with rewards,
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Thanks for your comment. None of what you say is true, however. The tone of what someone says is never lost on me. H
Well you explain the German sense of loyalty in this Herbert, which explains a great deal to me. The reich was only maintained by subverted drones, acting without compassion or care. The Feuhrer was a dictator of mamoth proportions and the german people his ultimate victims. A very sensitive topic, handled with dispassion. Well done. Tai
Ouch. A horrific but percise vision of injustice of Hitler's training and brainwashing many to slaughter, even those they perhaps had loved. A strong poem effecting your readers.